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“I
know you are watching me. Do you like what you see? Do you, Mom?!”

I
know she is watching me while I take a shower.

It
turns me on!

That’s
why I made sure that I gave her a little show. Oh yeah, getting
myself hot and horny as the warm water splashes all over my pert,
tight teenage body. Down over my budding titties, down my flat
stomach, running between my legs, soaking my tight, shaved cunt!

You
want to make her yours, stick your huge dildo into her so that she
screams and begs for a hard fucking.

Don’t
you?

DON’T
YOU?!

*

I
knew she was watching. I wanted her to.

I
let the hot foamy water gush over me, covering me in slippy bubbles,
my warm and lithe young body covered in the glistening water as it
slipped down my limbs to the shower tray below.

The
bathroom was full of steam, so that I could hardly make out the face
of my Mom in the mirror. But I could see her well enough. Well enough
to know that she had fallen for the bait. The bathroom door was open
just enough. Not wide open. Not ‘come and watch your teenage
step-daughter in the shower you big pervert’ open, just a crack,
just a six inch gap. The kind of thing you could claim was entirely
accidental. The sort of gap you could get away with if your Mom, her
husband, might accidentally come across if he came home from work too
early. You have to take care of the small details, if you are going
to seduce a woman who is this close to home, don’t you?

I
allowed myself the luxury of looking into her eyes, barely visible
through the hot mist. The mirror was steamed up, so that it was like
spying a face through the fog, but I could see, even at that
distance, her wonderful steely blue eyes. She was peeking through the
gap in the doorway at the same mirror I was looking at, the one that
faced the medicine cabinet, the double door that I had carefully
opened at exactly the right angle, so that if spied through the same
six inch gap in the doorway, it would provide a full view of the
see-through plastic shower door.

The
one that I had spent the past hour cleaning, so that it would be as
transparent as it possibly could be…

Small
details.

I
ran the shower head over my tits and upper body. I half-closed my
eyes, luxuriating in the powerful jets that massaged my body, making
my nipples stand out, hard and proud. I felt so turned on, so alive,
knowing that she was watching me. It was the most erotic, sexiest
thing I had ever done, in all of my nineteen years on this earth, and
she hadn’t even touched me yet!

Still,
I could allow myself the indulgence of fantasy, knowing that she was
staring at me, unable to take her eyes from my tanned and lithe form,
my budding titties, my long slender thighs, my shaved pussy. I closed
my eyes, and started to run the shower head up and down my torso,
each stroke letting the jets of water tickle and tease me. This was
more than a shower, and so much more than just getting clean! I let
her imagine that this was her hands up and down my perfect body, her
kisses raining down on me, her hot fingers replacing the erotic jets.
I felt up between my tits, squeezing my forearm in my cleavage, and
running my hand up to my cheek. I let out a little moan, showing her
that this was more than a shower. This was her private peep show. Her
one-on-one.

I
ran my fingers down again, feeling my firm stomach, painted nails on
soft, light brown skin. Down and down, my hand leading the shower
head, just ahead of where the water splashed onto my innocent body.
Down to my stomach. Further still, to my upper thighs. I felt around
my sex flesh, engorged and blood-filled, so turned on, dripping wet.
The water ran between my lips, over my clit, tingling warm sensations
shooting up my spine. I would make her want me. I half opened one
eye, peering through the ever thickening mist at the bathroom mirror.
She was still there, rooted to the spot, hardly daring to move lest
she wake from the dream she must surely have imagined she was having.
This was no dream Mom! Take it in. Take it all in. your baby is all
grown up now. Ready for you. Ready for her fucking!

I
slipped my hand up and down my lips and between my legs, feeling
around the opening to my tight innocent cunt, imagining it was her
lips that were diving between my fleshy parts, eating me out, like a
yoghurt eaten without a spoon. I flicked my finger around my clit,
fast and then faster, starting the rhythm that I knew I wanted, that
I knew I loved. I held on to the shower door, pushing it with the
palm of my hand as I worked my cunt with the other. I was close now,
very close to cumming. My palm made slippy noises down the clear
Perspex. I almost lost control. Faster and faster now, my fingers
slipping easily in and out of my cunt, feeling the wet undulations
inside me, wishing that they were hers. Her fingers. Her tongue! The
shower head was on the floor, all pretense at washing myself now
gone. It writhed around the shower tray like a dying snake, spurting
hot water up onto my legs. I allowed my hand to slip on the shower
door, so that it pushed apart from its twin, creating a gap through
which my body could be more easily and clearly seen. Water splashed
all over the bathroom tiles but I didn’t care. I wanted her to see
everything. I pushed my body up against the gap, cold air hitting me.
My fingers were thrusting in and out of me now like a jackhammer.
This was it! I lost all control.

I
almost collapsed onto the cold wet shower tray. Cum gushed from me,
all over my hand, mingling with the water. I had cum for her. I
opened my eyes, just in time to see the back of her head as she
turned away. I think I saw something else too.

Her
naked body!

*

This
was what I wanted. Better than I could have hoped for! But there was
still plenty of work for me to do before I could fuck her. I mean,
right this moment she thought she was doing something wrong. She
couldn’t know that the show was all for her benefit. As far as she
was concerned, this was a dirty, sinful Mom spying on her teenage
step-daughter, masturbating, tearing off her clothes as I played in
the shower. There would be all kinds of emotions rushing around her
cute, blonde-haired head. Her kind blue eyes would be screwed up with
emotion, and her cheeks flushed with the rouge of embarrassment. I
had to get this situation on my terms. Act while she was still turned
on. Still hard. That was the only way.

I
quickly stepped out of the shower and, dripping with water and
shaking from my own orgasm, and the steps I was about to take,
hastily pulled a fluffy white towel around my body.

I
followed her to the bedroom, where she too had left the door slightly
ajar. Was she playing with me, as I had just played with her?

I
could see the light on, and her feet on the bed, toes curled up
slightly. That was all I could make out through the gap. I pushed it
open slightly. The view creeped up her shin, further up, to her
knees, her lower thighs, and then as her door opened a little
further, I saw what she was doing.